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Audrey Kallander - time flies

Think about walking around in a city like San Francisco. There are tourists, residents, people commuting into work: all going at different speeds. I think that people in cities have moved away from biological rhythms like sunrise & sunset, seasons, weather... That is particularly interesting in a city like San Francisco given the natural beauty of the landscape, the bay itself, and the (mostly) beautiful weather. So I wanted to get people walking around the city to stop for a second (maybe. some of them anyway.) and think about their pace. The stenciled text speaks to the general acceleration of our perception of time. The font is a digitized, stencil-ized version of my own calligraphy, referring to letters engraved in stone, made to withstand the test of time. The overlay is in soft, black birdseed. But the pigeons didn't cooperate in making time fly.

we believe that we possess too little time
that is a myth we now live by. what is true
is that we are awash in things, in information,
in news and in the old rubble and shiny new
toys of our complex civilization, and - strange,
perhaps - stuff means speed. the wave patterns
of all those facts and choices flow and crash
about us at a hightened frequency. we live
in the buzz.
and we wonder about the consequences.

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, please do commentgiordano bruno -- Saturday, July 17 2004, 09:13 pm i love this mystery story. i love this artist. i am a detective and will be happy to accept this case. i dreamt that i am your husband. i dreamt you were willing to listen. i love you . i am your husband and your detective. find me. all clues, no solutions. i will burn for you. i have a text.

GRae -- Thursday, July 22 2004, 06:20 pm I love it, it's beautiful.
I'd just reverse it on the freeway in two rows so that cars cross the word plant first.

galileo galilei -- Friday, July 23 2004, 10:55 am Maybe I oughta mention
Was never my intention
To harm you or your kin
Are you so scared to look within
The ghosts are crawling on our skin
We may race and we may run
We'll not undo what has been done
Or change the moment when it's gone

hermes trismegistus -- Tuesday, August 10 2004, 03:04 am ... and nothing more than insubstantial ghosts be the final tally of your scaborous endeavour. that, and the pitiful residue of sour humours, a troubled heart and fading vision. what does the twilight teach you now old man?

John Dee -- Tuesday, August 10 2004, 12:46 pm mr black to mr gray - i’ll have my man sir humphrey decorate his welcoming path with what is left of your grayness. borrowed interest. i am the third man. collector of texts. detector of impostors. a past song em[n]meshed for ever in the memory's net. probably you, who burgled my library. cease the reflected flattery. this is your 1638. your fall is a weak and tired stain.

Warren nnamuaB -- Saturday, October 2 2004, 10:02 pm Flying from above this message will be seen clearly. I love this diea and feel that it will not go unseen. Peace.

karen o -- Monday, October 4 2004, 02:56 am i so love the reminder that the simplicity of a message can often be its most powerful aspect.
i once painted the road....it said "12 deer killed here" the words in succession down the road... to try and get people to slow down and think....and i never considered what i was doing 'art'...life is art. thanks for the reminder.....blessings....

Emily Enders -- Monday, October 4 2004, 04:43 am The Shut up and Listen workshop absolutely intrigues me. I would love to be able to participate in such a wonderfully artistic feat. I especially enjoyed Katharina Broeckelmann's inhale/exhale inscriptions on leaves.

Sebastiane Powers -- Monday, October 4 2004, 05:34 am My interpretation of this piece is a “redefinition” of the word “Wilderness”; stairs leading to nowhere, abandoned buildings, echos of human presence (graffiti, litter)- this is a type of wilderness to me. This piece gives me the impression that the artist is “labeling” the site- this IS wilderness, what you see through this chain link fence IS wilderness. It is a not-so-new kind of wilderness for a different generation of inhabitants of planet Earth. Reclaimed by non-human creatures- those stairs are leading to a wilderness space as much a hiking trail is. So many thoughts are provoked by this work- thank you!

Andrew Van Dyk -- Monday, October 4 2004, 07:42 am - I thought that this was a very intersting way to expand your mind. Keep up the interesting work, I will definitly keep checking back!

Jesse Luidhardt -- Tuesday, October 5 2004, 04:07 am About James Grieshaber's piece.-
I love the idea of challenging people on the street to emerge from their own cocoon and to show even the slightest bit of personality. I often think about how most people I encounter on the street acts so secretive, usually as if I don't exist. Occasionally I am compelled to greet everyone I pass for a stretch of my walk. I applaud your piece and encourage further exploration.

Louise -- Monday, March 28 2005, 11:03 am Katharina Broeckelmann - inhale, exhale:
I like your idea. I don't want to come off as a rabid environmentalist, but wouldn't the type from the cut out leaves seem like a mass of mutilated plantlife? It just seems ironic to me. soliue@yahoo.com

JK -- Wednesday, June 29 2005, 05:08 pm wilderness...
very nice work, perfect relationship between form and idea.
have a look at this...
http://jknebusch.free.fr/09.html
thank you